The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife Novels & Stories

"You shouldn't speak to a madam like that. Especially to a billionaire's wife." "Oh my goodness." She sniggered, and breathed out via her mouth, smiling like she was proud of herself. "You also shouldn't speak like this to a lady you know nothing about. And, especially to a Billionaire's Surrogate." She stated firmly, causing me to gape again and involuntarily move my lips without being able to say anything. The wrath I felt worsened, and that made my face wrinkle into a glare. How could anyone say that to me? A whole Trisha Flores?!

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

“Mr Valesca, pleasure to have you here sir. May we speak in my office?“ Oh, now I see why he acted like he owned the place. The Valescas are the wealthiest family in Manhattan, if not the whole of new York. They've been for generations and I doubt that is going anywhere. I huff, casting a pitiful glance at the receptionist who's wiping away a few tears that have managed to escape from the encounter. As I'm about to get into my blue beat down Toyota Corolla, a voice whispers in my mind 'Liora, this is your chance. The billionaire needs a surrogate. Go now and get that money.' My hand freezes on the door handle. Yes. This could be my chance. He's desperate, I'm desperate. This would work out p

“Hello? I’m completely lost here, Trinity.” She scooted closer to me, with a dead serious expression on her face. “You are newly pregnant. And there is a billionaire who wants a surrogate, to carry his baby. The money, benefits and allowances he is willing to pay the woman who will do that is enough to make her a filthy rich millionaire for life.” She placed a hand on my thigh. “You can be the surrogate. I will make the paperwork convincing. That baby you want to abort, will become his. And you instantly become rich.” I stared speechlessly.

If she was, she wouldn't be sitting down here laughing at his not-so-funny jokes. “He’s not my husband, we are not married.” “But you live together.” Damon seemed confused. “Yes, and that's because we're bonded by a contract. It's a long story.” Manny tried waving the conversation away, narrating how she got pregnant for the arrogant billionaire wasn't the one she liked to tell. “I’m all ears, I've got time.” There was no point in convincing Damon about it, he was persistent in wanting to hear the whole story. “So you got pregnant for him by mistake? how?” He asked for the hundredth time, sounding like it was an impossible error.

Now she was on a secret phone call, whispering about a billionaire, surrogacy, and something that sounded dangerously close to captivity. Ava played the message again. “I’m being held in his estate. I’m pregnant. I signed a surrogacy contract but it’s a lie. Naomi’s here too. Alive, but barely. I need help.” Ava exhaled sharply, pulled up a browser, and typed: Dominic Voss. The search yielded what she expected: clean press, billion-dollar companies, smiling photos in Armani suits. But she knew how that worked. The glossier the image, the filthier the cover-up.

I asked him, already getting angry. But then he chuckled lightly and stood up from his seat. He walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Because this man, this billionaire who you so much want to be a surrogate for, is not who he seems. He’s a very dangerous person and there’s more to it than that. But I can’t say,” he said.

When she crawled into bed with him, he’d thought she was trying to seduce him, but he could smell the wine on her breath. Arthur intended to just sleep that night and he’d deal with it in the morning, but then Caleb had caught her scent and had overrode all of his rational thought. He’d had just one singular urge: to claim her. And he had. One night stands weren’t foreign to him, but something had made him follow her in the morning and after listening to the fight she’d had with her fiance, he knew that her dreams aligned with his. He’d had the idea for a surrogate almost immediately, but he had know idea how he was going to get her to agree. She didn’t seem like the type that would be swaye

She pulled away, her eyes already brimming, “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d stop me.” “Stop you from what?” he asked, looking around, “this place looks like a museum.” “I’m a surrogate,” she said softly, “to the man who owns this house, a billionaire.” His mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding.” “I’m not.” He stared at her, speechless, “you did this… for me?” “I had no choice.” He ran a hand over his face, pacing back and forth. “Isabel, this is insane. You… you’re pregnant? For a stranger?”

I smiled and hug him "It's okay since that how you want it" we while away some time while sipping our coffee when I overheard the ladies on the next table discussing which I listen to them "Have you heard that Charlie's wife is looking for a surrogate?"the lady by the right asked her friend "Are you serious?"the other lady asked surprised "Yes, and the interested part is that she's willing to pay any amount of money if you're ready to become her surrogate" she replies "That's serious. I think I will go maybe I will be lucky" the other lady says